The next day, Chance hums to herself as she pushes the squeaky cart down the hall of cells. She repeats the same routine of handing out pills as the day before. Once she reaches Nigmas cell, she notices the intrigued expression he is giving her.

"What?"

He smirks. "Mary had a little lamb? Personal connection to the song? Anything to do with your parents?"

Chance rolls her eyes as she puts the pills thru the door and quickly retrieves her hand.

"I just like the song. It's this weird habit I've got. And my personal life is none of your concern."

Chance prepares to walk away when nigma takes a step closer.

"But, Michelle... It is. Let me guess, something boring like stay at home mom and angry dad. Am I close?"

Chance turns to him and crosses her arms.

"Not even. Never knew or cared enough to find out when it comes to my dad. Mom ignored me. So I'd say it's the opposite of what you think."

Chance pushes her cart past Nigmas cell. "Why are you so annoyed with talking to me, yet willing to sneak around to talk with Crane? You wouldn't be developing Quinn syndrome now would you?"

Chance let's go of the cart and spins on her heels to face Nigma. She glares angrily at him. Chance suddenly freezes before blushing and returning to her cart. She reaches Cranes cell and he looks concerned.

"What's wrong?"

Chance takes a deep breath before answering. "I got mad. I don't like to get mad. I say stupid things. At least I don't lash out like most people. I really need to get a better grip, release my anger when I need to, not when I'm pushed. I told him something personal."

Crane approaches the door as Chance hands him the empty pill cup.

"What kind of secret?"

Chance relaxes and faces him.

"None of your business. It's something that's between me, myself, and I...and now Nigma... Damn it!"

Crane glares at Chance and she gulps nervously.

"What did I say about manners? And swearing is for the vulgar and weak minded... Don't let it happen again or you will be punished severely...understood?"

Chance looks to the ground and nods solemly.

"Yes sir, Dr Crane."

Crane relaxes.

"Tonight I want you to try and recreate the formula again, and try NOT to start any fires this time."

Chances head darts back up.

"But I can't do it alone! I'm not ready for that! I still need your help!"

Crane shakes his head.

"If you reject my help when it comes to simple manners, maybe you should put my guidance into perspective. I expect a full report on your progress tomorrow, if I suspect that you avoided your assignment, you will go back to the lab and work alone until you have it correct...so don't lie. Have a good day, nurse Nicole."

Chance frowns and quietly pushes her cart to the elevator.

Chance hums to herself as she pushes her cart to Cranes cell the next day.

Ok Michelle, relax. At least you got results. Wrong ones, but results none the less.

She stops her cart and turns to face Crane looking down at her thru the door.

'How did your assignment go?"

She meets his eyes and crosses her arms.

"I wasn't able to recreate the formula...but I did create something Intresting. Paralyzing gas."

Crane raises an eyebrow in surprise. "That can be very useful. Don't lose the formula. You did write it down, right?"

Chance smiles and let's her hands fall to her sides. "Don't you know me better than that? Of corse I did. I'm not an idiot. I'm sorry. I'll be more careful about what I say."

Cranes expression softens. "At least Nigma is holding back. That won't last for long though. He'll find out eventually. The good news is that he will keep it to himself. Perserve the integrity of the riddle. Unfortunately that's his weakness."

Chance raises an eyebrow. "Weakness?"

Crane chuckles. "Edward can't keep his mouth shut until he solves his latest riddle. Then, if it's something good, he keeps it to himself. That way, he's always right. Or he does anything to make himself right."

Crane pauses and closes his eyes as he shakes his head and tsks. Chance gulps. She glances down the hall at Riddler sitting in his cell.

"Am I in danger?"

Crane smiles. "Of corse you aren't child, he is a close ally of mine. Once your presence becomes known to him, he will back off and help. Plagued with obsession as he may be, he is trustworthy. Just make sure if he snaps, your nowhere near. More than I can say about Fritawa. Kind girl, tratorious manipulator. After Albright, I swore against any future assisstants. Fortunately, apprentices are much different and far more trustworthy. Eager to learn and please. It feels good to play teacher again. And once you've proven yourself, then i'll reconsider my previous decisions."

Chance turns back to him.

"I've been meaning to ask, I get why she's locked up, but what happened to Fright?"